 ... their bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the blackcock in the muirs ! — Ride your ways, Ellangowan. — Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs — look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up— not that I am wishing ill...  The Quarterly Review - Page 503edited by - 1815Full view - About this book
 | 1815 - 698 pages
...backs — look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up— not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born...ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words ye'lj ev«r hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the botiuy woods... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1815 - 358 pages
...to be born—God forbid— end make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father.—And now, ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words...last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowau." So saying, she broke the sapling she held in her hand, and flung it into the road. Margaret... | |
 | 1815 - 930 pages
...weary backs ; look that your braw cradle at hame be the hirer spread up ; not that I am wishing ill to little Harry or to the babe that's yet to be born...better folk than their father. And now ride e'en your wajs, for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies ipeak and this is the last reise that... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1815 - 354 pages
...sprea.d up—not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born—God forbid—- and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father.—And now, ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1821 - 246 pages
...to be born—God forbid—and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father.—And now, ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words...last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.n So saying, she broke the sapling she held in her hand, and flung it into the road. Margaret... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1823 - 258 pages
...up—not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born—God forbid—and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their...cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.' So saying, slie broke the sapling she held in her hand, and flung it into the road. Margaret of Anjou, bestowing... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 710 pages
...spread up— not that I am wishing ill to lilt» Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born—God forbid— and make them kind to the poor, and better...ride e'en your ways; for these are the last words ye'U ever hew Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise lint I'll ever cut in the bonny woods... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 376 pages
...hame be the fairer spread up — not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that 's yet to be born. God forbid — and make them kind...folk than their father ! And now, ride e'en your ways j for these are the last words ye '11 ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that... | |
 | 1910 - 862 pages
...fort" . . . "the wife and the babe, that ye have turned out o' their Wie tí bielde" . . . "God . . . make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father." Pathos with dignity can do no more. From sound to rhythm is perhaps scarcely a distinguishable transition;... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1846 - 712 pages
...fairer spread up— not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be bom — God forbid — and make them kind to the poor, and...ride e'en your ways: for these are the last words ye'U ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the Ьопиу... | |
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